They stared down upon high, glancing in
Trepidation at what was slowly ebbing
Forward, not a snail of a pace but slowing
To that of a sloth, mundane consequences
Where the topic of the day.
What would two of undue taste relish in these
moments of flickering thoughts on what waited
Edging forward to an unseen fate but in their
Gawking at what was time counting down to a
Conclusion that was abiding its momentary time.
"I do hate this moment,
"What moment begrudges you at the crossroads,
"Its just watching it slop off into prominent areas,
"Never regress what will undoubtedly happen,
"But my taste buds ponder the relishing aroma of what awaits,
They as would be voyeurs of this collapse of will,
Heeding their pace of what is happening. And upon
Sullen branches they pincer upon gladly. Dead longer
Than their birth, but granting views of otherwise,
Winged visions from high above.
"Just a little nick, to ebb away spirit,
"Yes let us bleed upon the ground,
"Really??
"Why thoughts peruse me of this endeavour, and consequences,
"What ramifications would be birthed from actions?
"Nothing but a time indulged must quicker on us,
Fleeting droplets would adhere to the winds gestures,
"Carnivorous undertakers would inhale and smile,
"Do you understand what I imply on your thoughts,
"Yes undue wanting's of our lingering dinner,
"Unjust would this be upon our delicate waiting,
So they gathered upon a the caked ground, speaking
Side by side as their dinner slowly moved on, contemplating
That ever closer moment when breath would leave and
waiting would be done. But night fell and so curled up
Did their feast stop still upon cooling ground shivering.
"Should I degrees that we wait no longer,
"Its stopped moving, just a nibble is all one wants,
"Thoughts contemplate this endeavour as rumbling is heard,
"Not of the wind or ground but my stomachs hunger aches,
So one approached wings flapping silently in the desert air,
A gust catches as claws capture the ground and stills himself.
"Whoops,
The other shakes his head at his friends near flight into nights
Abyss only to edge ever closer to their midnight feast.
He gently grabs fingers and squeezes pressure ever so lightly.
Momentary pleasure is interrupted by a sudden shift.
"O my god it just chipped my beak,
"You impetus fool I told you to heed the voice below,
Just then, without due warning an arm flared in all
Directions as if life had breathed anew and feathers
Leap in joyous freedom into the clinging air.
Noises of man and bird filled the twilights moon.
Then as hands gripped tightly upon a beaconing
Throat preoccupying breath talons played with
Subtle tones of skin. opening them up to the waiting
Floor below and it drank so very well,
"I...,
"Think,
"I've,
"Woooo,
And with that a head now being where it shouldn't be.
That which had crawled also a last breath did escape.
As a river of life ran past my claws soaking the earth
In its need for substance. The night was still and death
Had spoken angered torment.
"Well I have never had a friend for dinner,
"Don't give me those dead eyes, ok ill eat them,
And on this night the vulture who gathered around
A meal only dreamt off in this barren place. He'd had
Invited a friend for a chat before dinner, never thinking
That his companion would be the starter before the
Main course. light graced the morning and he was full.
"Now that was a meal, a friend would want to be part of.
"Sorry I didn't mean it like that,
"But you know what you both taste like chicken?
"Funny think is I don't know what a chicken was?
So he waved goodbye to a meal well had,
"Bye my friend or what's left,
But unbeknown to him, the air was seeded in the
Night crisp air of deaths whispers and others who
Knew that taking of fallen prey was at hand.
He sensed breath and behind coming fast was a
Hungry pack. He flapped his wings knowing flight
Beats feet, but wings pounding upon airs grace.
And still he ran upon soiled earth, to much had he
Gorged upon friend and foe, now filled him so.
"I do so hate the circle of life sometimes,
And with that thought did jaws close tight and
The circle of life greeted this fat bird, as the one
That growled found this bird to be like Christmas
It had once heard this word. a bird stuffed three,
This Ferrell pawed one had just had the best bird
Nature could have given. It howled upon the sky
At the delight of its friends, what a feast they did eat.
